Hundred Twenty-Six: Remember Me.

ELIANA.

I sat up in the hospital chair, wrapped in a blanket next to Thelma. The sterile scent of antiseptic hung in the air as the sound of the machines hummed in the background.

The rhythmic beeping, the occasional drips of his intravenous and voices echoing from a distance, including Denver’s. He was speaking to the doctor right outside the room while I stayed here to comfort Thelma. She needed it in that moment more than she realized.

It was Cory laying in the bed. Although Denver was able to get him and his daughter out in the nick of time, Cory was badly injured. Not only was he trapped inside the burning building where he inhaled so much smoke but some of the broken debris had fallen on him.

On his legs for that matter and his back, which had left several bones broken. It was where Denver had found him, alive although severely injured. It was a sight for a sore eyes for Thelma, seeing him again but her heart broke even more when she realized the measure of his wounds.

My heart